Gaiden VII - Part 2 of 2

“What!?” Aerith exclaimed. Tifa looked to her left, seeing her friend looking at her feet. Looking down, Tifa saw a pair of black lace pants around her knees. “Ugh, see what I mean?”

Tifa gasped; her chest was fully exposed. “Aerith! We’re both shrinking!”

“I can see that!” she hissed. Her voice quivering as she spun around.

Tifa scrambled to the vanity, trying to clamber up top. The move was instinctual, she caught herself before she fully climbed onto the counter.

In the reflection, Tifa saw Aerith toppling backwards, her own dress flying open as she fell to the floor. 

In moments, the spell had run its course. Tifa grimaced as she took in their surroundings. 

Tifa was slightly shorter than the vanity stool, and the door was both closed and locked. Her dress dragged along the floor as she moved. A small lump wriggled towards the collar of Aerith’s dress. 

“Well, this is just… great. I don’t have any Materia with me to undo this. How long do these pranks of yours usually last?” She grumbled, toddling towards her friend.

“No idea, it’s never done anything like this before…” Aerith groaned, peering up for her crawl.

“Well, that’s just wonderful.” Tifa grumbled, hitching the hem of her dress up as best she could. “You okay?”

Aerith stood leaving her dress behind. “Fine, just annoyed.” 

Tifa blushed and turned her attention back to the door. “Yeah. Me too.” Letting her own dress fall, she padded over to the door. Weighing her options: The stool by the vanity could give her enough of a boost, and the handle wasn't that high. “I can probably jump to the handle, together we can probably pull the door open.”

“Maybe.” Aerith sighed. “So much for a normal night, huh?”

Tifa nodded. “Nothing’s ever normal for us. Shall we get to it?”

“Get to what?”

“What to do, what to do…” Tifa giggled. “…Shilly Shally…”